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shadowglitter) wrote2017-12-31 07:23 pm
shadowglitter) wrote2017-12-31 07:23 pmPSL || peter/odin
JUST... JUST,, JUST TWO BROS -- JUST TWO, TWO BROS, BEING, BEING STRAIGHT
shadowglitter) wrote2017-12-31 07:23 pm
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And then Peter answers.
He lights up like it's Christmas (which it is, technically, but like, like it's a not shitty version of Christmas,) and his face cycles through about six emotions in as many seconds. Hype. Fear. Hype again. Terror. Excitement. Horror. Two emotions, really. ]
Um. Okay, then. I guess. I mean, yeah. I'll date you too? I guess. If that's-- I mean, I guess.
[ He nods a handful of times, sliding his palms a little further up Peter's bare skin, holding onto him tighter than before. He wets his lips, the taste of Peter and alcohol on them all over again, and then he's quietly, quietly urging him forward, back into the kiss.
It lasts a little longer, this time, but it's twice as hesitant, like he's scared if he does it wrong he'll still find a way to chase Peter off. His hands slide back down to the waistband of Peter's jeans, and there's hesitation, for a moment, as Odin decides what to do next. He figures Peter wouldn't be up for-- anything else, exactly, not after what they just did, but he slides his fingertips beneath the sides to rest on Peter's thighs, more as an act of intimacy than anything else. He keeps his eyes closed, because he can feel his face heating up, and the last thing he wants is to be fuckin' made fun of for that while they make out. ]
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He leans into the kiss again, for the umpteenth time today without hesitance, something that surprises him - it's just another layer of intimacy on top of what they already have, it feels as natural as rain. The touch, on the other hand, of Odin's hand in his pants gives him a flickering feeling of uncertainty but he doesn't flinch away. He heats up too, hating his shy reaction to intimate touch now that he's not wasted and horny enough to overlook it.
It's not so graceful what he does next but he doesn't care, sliding onto the bed to lay against Odin not unlike he used to before. It's a bit more of an awkward scramble when he still tries to maintain liplock while doing so, so he pulls away after a defeated moment when he's still not comfortable but is now the one draped over Odin in a reversal of roles.]
Why the fuck did you put these pants back on, the fuzz creeps me out. [He says, with absolutely zero intention for that to be at all a hint to get naked again - he just fucking hates those pants. He flops down on his side next to Odin, tugging him to turn in toward the center of the bed and him. This just feels normal. With... kissing and a hand down his pants. The latter of the two he actually... kinda really likes? Shit.]
You'll sleep here, right?
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The complaint about his pants makes him grin a little wider, all toothy and sharp, shark-like. ]
Aesthetic.
[ Wait, that's what Woden says about his weird racist asian thing, right? Wait, fuck, don't think about the creepy guy with the mask, that's worse than fantasizing about Jean and Poe while they fucked. Odin shakes his head, clearing those thoughts away. He tries again. ]
I'm desperate for attention so I wear weird things to get it?
[ Better? Better. Wait, worse? Fuck, whatever. He inches forward and moves his hands out of Peter's waistband to drape over him, locking his hands together on the small of Peter's back. He tugs Peter forward so they can be close, chest to chest, fully intending to get lost in Peter's eyes for a while. ]
I'll sleep here. [ He bites his lip for the thousandth time, adding another set of tiny imprinted marks that he's been building on all night, watching Peter with a weary kind of affection. There's still-- so much hurt, he thinks, in the both of them, but Peter's here and he's warm and Odin is absolutely not going to run from someone who makes him so happy just because they're both dredged down in the grief of people they've lost. He leans forward, and the kiss he gives Peter is chaste and soft and lingering, and when he pulls back, he laughs, clear as a bell. He didn't think he had it in him to feel this happy.
But then, of course, his eyebrows are waggling. ]
But-- pants. Again. Back to pants. I could take them off again? Get all naked and weird. You're gonna have to get used to me being naked around you sooner or later, right? Sooooo.
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He looks at Odin's lips, bitten as they are, and he feels a weirdly sickly sweet feeling he thought he'd never feel again. The thing he kind of banned after Jean left, the feeling that makes him feel stupidly happy to be with someone. There'll be a time later when Peter begins to realize how attractive Odin is, other than "stupidly buff". It hasn't really hit him yet, as his own attraction came from friendship first but the subtle curves of his features and the etched lines of his jawbone... he's handsome. And out of his league.
He reaches up between them, wiggling his hand into the space to plug Odin's nose with his fingers.] Don't you own like, pjs?
And shut up. [Hotly said, because. Fuck? You? Asshole?]
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He hnenghs when Peter plugs his nose, but he doesn't slap his hand away. His heart skips another beat, and he wipes his itchy nose over his pillow to stop himself from sneezing, but he just lightly drags his fingertips over each ridge in Peter's spine and watches him. That was pretty fucking adorable. Was Peter always this adorable when he was being an annoying piece of shit? He should have noticed that sooner. ]
I do, but. [ He drags out the silence, shifting in closer. ] I don't know. I wanna do the naked thing. Just so I can watch you get all red and awkward all night? It turns out my heart does this stupid jumpy thing when you're all embarrassed about something, so. Gotta abuse that.
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I'm not... I'm not gonna go all red and awkward? I just. [H e n g h.]
I just wanna sleep? And not with your dick poking me in the side, alright? [He's a bit redder, it's true - but not for the reason listed. After a moment where that's all he's going to say on the matter, he hisses exasperatedly.]
I've also never slept naked with anyone, okay? Not even - not even before. [With Jean.] So do whatever the fuck you want but I'm keeping my shit on. And now it's not even natural? You're doing it to make me embarrassed and it's weird. Fuck off.
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[ Odin's torn, as ever, between just kinda slapping Peter a bit and nebulously appreciating all of his squirmy bullshit like the affectionate asshole that he is. He's pretty vulnerable after tonight, though, and the fuck off makes him shift, uncomfortable, face falling. He figures there are two ways to handle this; he could either get insecure and second guess everything or dive all the fuck in and run the risk of making things worse. He dives all the fuck in.
He strips his pants, climbs under the sheets and shuffles close, skin to skin, sliding his leg between Peter's and tangling himself up in him. He rests his palm on Peter's side and just kinda watches him for any reaction, and if it's allowed, he'll kiss him very briefly on the cheek. If it's not, he'll just stay there while Peter slaps him and spidercrawls away, probably.
Either way, he settles in as close to Peter as he can, watching him with a distant fondness. ]
Dickhead. Asshole. What a piece of shit.
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Gruffly he sighs, dark eyes flickering away from Odin's face to just... look at how close they are before he curls in a bit and gets comfortable. It involves slinging his arm over Odin's side like he would do any other day, debating whether to headbutt him but instead nudges the bridge of his nose up against Odin like a dog settling in to sleep.]
... Merry Christmas, by the way.